Not a Fan


1. Prologue


‘And that was the last time I saw him.’

I smiled in satisfaction as I typed out the last line of my novel on my old typewriter. It had taken me three full months to finish this Teen Fiction/Young Adult novel and I was pretty content on the finishing material. I was originally planning on giving the main characters their happy ending but then I changed my mind and decided that I’d make a sequel, which would give them their well deserved happy ending. But I probably wouldn’t be able to start the sequel today. At least, I didn’t know yet, maybe if I stayed up late, I’d be to get some of it done.

After collecting the sheet of paper from the typewriter, I neatly placed it with the rest and put them all in a folder, before placing the folder on one of my many bookshelves. I made my way to my bed, mentally telling myself that I had to let Parker read the last few pages before I made it into a book. I slid into the bed and snuggled in before grasping my phone, which had been on my pillow, and held it right in front of my face, unlocking it.

I was immediately greeted by a text from my cousin, Ariana, asking how I was. I told her that I was fine and that I’d see her soon before going onto the Twitter app.

@Livvy_Stone: I’m honestly just so exhausted -_-

I tapped out of it and went onto YouTube instead, in the mood to listen to music. I listened to a few songs before feeling the sudden urge to write. I sat upright and pulled my bedside drawer open, extracting a large notebook and a pen. Tapping on the YouTube search box, I typed out The Fray How to Save a Life. I uncapped the pen and opened up the book, and just wrote down some ideas as the song started.

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“How’s Best Friends going?” Parker asked when we sat down in the living room that night. “Actually, I finished it.” I informed him and his lips curved into a grin before he shot up out of his seat and disappeared up the stairs, most likely going to get the folder marked “Best Friends” in my room. And I was right because no longer than a second later, he reappears with the binder tucked under his arm.

Parker sat down next to me and ran a hand through his blonde quiff. I curled up into him and closed my eyes as he read the story back for me. After he was finished, he kissed the top of my head. “Liv, this is gold.” He said, sincerely and my heart warmed. Sure, he’d told me that my books were good before, but every time he did, I just felt happy inside. I mean, he was my brother and it meant a lot coming from him.

Parker returned my papers into the folder and placed them safely on the mahogany coffee table before wrapping an arm around me and switched on the television. Four boys popped up on the screen, all in what seemed to be a garage. I rolled my eyes, I’d seen this before.

“She looks so perfect standing there in my American Apparel underwear!” Luke, Calum, Michael and Ashton’s voices blended in together. And as usual, I let my eyes wander over to Ashton, who was behind his drum kit. Sometimes I felt bad for him because when Amelia and Ariana forced me into watching their interviews, Ashton would always say that he was “just the drummer of five sauce”, and that’s kind of unfair. I mean, obviously he didn’t have much solos because he was the drummer, but he wasn’t “just the drummer” he was one quarter of the band.

“Can you please change it?” I whined jokingly, as I didn’t want to sound whiny. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with Five Seconds Of Summer or the members, I simply was just...


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